Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Sri Lanka and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Pagans to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Tommy Roe,
Qualms,
Rosa Yemen,
Freddie Wadling,
ABBA,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter and Kerry,
Sandy B,
Robert Görl,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Josef K,
Quadrant,
The Trojans,
The Zeros,
Bang On A Can,
Pylon,
Laurel Aitken,
Joy Division,
The Electric Prunes,
The Doors,
JFA,
Mr. Review,
The Leaves,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hoover,
Letta Mbulu,
Basic Channel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Slackers,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare,
Sonic Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Erasure,
Bronski Beat,
T. Rex,
Unrelated Segments,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
James White and The Blacks,
The Grass Roots,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blancmange,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang of Four,
Todd Terry,
Guru Guru,
Joe Finger,
The Saints,
Alice Coltrane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fuzztones,
Lakeside,
Groovy Waters,
Eli Mardock,
Faust,
Leonard Cohen,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.